Walking hand in hand back to my flat, we talk about anything and everything. Except for the one thing I was wondering about.
What this...what /we/ were. I mean he had his hand down my pants not even 15 minutes ago and now we're back to normal, besides the hand holding thing.
Another new thing he'd picked up as of late. I look up at him as he rambles on about tour and how excited he was.
It was adorable and even refreshing to see someone so dedicated to the music I write about almost everyday.
"Claire..?"
I jump, startled from my thoughts and focus my attention back on Josh.
"Yeah sorry I was just. You really love music huh?"
He rolls his eyes, nudging his shoulder with mine.
"You know I do. You've interviewed me a million times."
True.
"Well my best friend is the lead singer for You Me at Six I may as well take advantage of it"
He scoffs, leading me up the stairs to my flat and throwing the front door open.
"I'm not that interesting even if I am the lead singer of a band."
Not that interesting my ass, he was one of the most hard working and dedicated people I knew. The whole band was, in fact.
A thought occurs to me as I sit on the couch, crossing my legs to make room for Josh.
"So when is tour anyway?"
He stops his excited ramble, giving me a tiny smile.
A tiny, fake smile.
"Pffft not for a while no worries, Claire bear."
He quickly looks down, avoiding my gaze.
Yeah, right.
"....when is it Josh"
"We leave for America next week, six months." He finally says after a long pause
I just nod, my hands going slack in my lap.
It felt like they'd just gotten back and now they were leaving again.
With all that's happened I wouldn't be surprised if Dan was happy to get away from me though.
"Claire? Hellooooo?"
I look over at him, his smile gone and replaced with a worried expression as he tries to read my face.
"That's great Joshy. I'm happy for you guys."
He just nods, pulling me into his lap and resting his chin on my shoulder.
We stay like that for a while, silence overcoming us.
I felt selfish, who am I to be sad?
Their fans needed them too and I was just going to have to deal with it.
"I wish I could stuff you in my bag and take you along." He mumbles, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
So did I.
Wait
Wait
WAIT
Jumping up and running over to my laptop I almost scream in excitement.
"Josh you little fuckin' genius you."
He watches me, eyes wide in confusion "Uhm what did I miss here?"
I shake his question off, typing a quick email to my editor, explaining everything before scurrying back to Josh.
He opens his arms up, folding me into them with a small peck on the nose.
"Mind explaining what's gotten into you?"
I grin mischievously, "Oh you'll see."
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Welp there it is, I know short and awful I apologize just got over a horrible case of writers block
Don't hate me but damn almost 200 reads thank you guys ilysm🌸
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Makeshift Chemistry (Josh Franceschi Fanfic)
FanfictionWe all have our demons. Our own hell. Bad decisions, infidelity, it's the same shit. But we also have that one person we'd do anything for. Sometimes that one person hurts us more. Sometimes you've gotta say enough is enough. Sometimes goodbye is th...
